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“They will come for you.”
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You can just ignore my hair and awkward facial expressions. Sing a song Wednesday. Woo.
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Have you ever had *whispers* unprotected sex?
Four different people asked this.
Guys.
I HAVE A CHILD.
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We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the song the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever, somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.
I love this quote.
One observation with the picture though as I’ve seen it many times. What is going on with Will’s lips? WHY IS THERE HAIR IN BETWEEN HIS LIPS? There is definitely something messed up going on with his mouth. It’s looks like an eye where his mouth is supposed to be.
I can’t be the only one who has noticed this.
Still, great, truthful, quote.
Here is a Man who was born in an obscure village, the Child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His Divine manhood. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying—and that was His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Such was His human life—He rises from the dead. Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the Centerpiece of the human race and the Leader of the column of progress. I am within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life. -James C. Hefley
(via graceofthegalaxies)
God is my light.
It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.
